Luna Lancy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

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I spend days in Parc des Aventuriers. Chill spot, really. The grass here, so green, reminds me of those epic transient moments. Reminds me – "It’s pretty, pretty good." And then there's the Lancy River, weirdly adorbs, cutting through like a film cut.

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